"Qingqing, let's play house."
"Okay, okay."
"How about you being the bride and me being the groom?"
"Ah...", Thinking thoughtfully, "Not good."
"Then I'll be the bride and you can be the groom, okay?"
"Okay." Without thinking.
…
"Qing Yan, this is for you." She stuffed an envelope full of love.
"Ah, what is this." Scratching his head.
"You know."
"Yeah."
"What is it?" Nervous.
"Ah? What is it?" Dumb.
…
"Donor, the poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east. He went to the west to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. I wonder if he can stay with the benefactor."
"Xiaoyan, don't make trouble, come in."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yang Mo, you are so awesome!"
After dragging the large and small bags into the guest room, the originally spacious guest room suddenly became narrower.
Yang Mo touched his nose, wondering when he would be unable to bear it anymore if he lived with Li Qingyan.